The Hands of Time

The clock strikes two but only one survives

That's it, I'm through, I want to live my life

That's what you say

You've been saying it every day

But it's not too late to turn back the hands of time

Our love's become a many-splintered thing

Those splinters cut, they burn, they sting

But of this I'm sure

In your heart I'll find the cure

From the pain I feel

Held by the hands of time

The hands of time

The minutes are hours

The hands of time

The hours won't end

The clock faces stares right at me, daring me to comprehend

The hands of time

pushing you forward

These hands of mine

pulling you back

There's no future in the present now my happiness has passed

The hands of time

Hearts beat as one, that's what the poet said

If one heart stops, well then the poet's dead.

If the beat goes on

then it means there's nothing wrong

and it's not too late to turn back the hands of time

The hands of time

The minutes are hours

The hands of time

The hours won't end

The clock faces stares right at me, daring me to comprehend

The hands of time

pushing you forward

These hands of mine

pulling you back

There's no future in the present now my happiness has passed

The hands of time

pushing you forward

These hands of mine

pulling you back

There's no future in the present now my happiness has passed

The hands of time